it's been 2 months since i could really call you mine, but it's only been 2 minutes since you last called me yours. i loved hearing that when i could say the same but i can't anymore. i feel like im sitting in a cage where you visit once a day to make sure im alive & tell me you love me to make sure i won't leave. the cage is metal & i sit in it like a dog, knowing inevitably i won't leave willingly because i developed Stockholm syndrome for you. calling it love when it's only a desire to not be lonely.
